LOGINMERRY CHRISTMAS šš¤
I've been staring at this screen trying to figure out how to say what I want to say without sounding like a Hallmark card lol... but here goes.
Thank you.
Like genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Do you know what it feels like to be a small author? It feels like shouting into the void and hoping someone hears you. It feels like putting pieces of your soul into a story and wondering if anyone will care. It feels like refreshing your stats at 3am just to see if one more person clicked.
And then you showed up.
You clicked. You read. You stayed. You voted. You commented. You added my book to your library like it mattered.
And to me? That's everything.
That's you saying "I see you and I pick you." Out of all the books on this app, you picked mine. Do you know how insane that is? How grateful I am?
So here's my Christmas wish... if this book has made you feel something, anything... would you leave me a review? š„ŗš
It doesn't have to be perfect. Just real. Just you and your thoughts and your words. Tell me what you loved, what you hated, what made you scream into your pillow lol. I want to hear it all.
Reviews are how other readers find me. But more than that... hearing from you reminds me why I do this.
Merry Christmas, loves. You're making my dreams come true and you don't even know it š¤
ā Remi š¤
Hi loves! Putting this up for a bit of transparency so thereās no panic about the lack of new updates today. I just finished an assessment test for a support role I applied for, and I know that sounds random, but it took me a full 48 hours to complete ā over 30 written essay questions. My brain is genuinely fried right now. I donāt count yesterday as a day off because I was studying and preparing the entire time, so today I really need to just switch off, watch a movie, and let my head stop pounding. Knox and Ember deserve the best of my energy, and right now Iām running on empty.By tomorrow Iāll be back and blazing ā I already know where the next chapters are heading, so the writing should come fast. Aiming to resume with at least two chapters. Thank you so much for being here, for your patience, and for the reviews. They mean more to me than I can say. And if youāre wondering why Iām posting this instead of just going quiet ā I know some of you worry when thereās no communication,
KNOXāS POVNathaniel drops to the mud.Queenie rushes to him, wrapping herself around him, pressing her hands to the marks my fingers left on his throat. He waves her off and gets to his knees again, facing me, head bowed. Waiting.I turn back to the river. Ember is standing in the shallows, the water around her knees, my violence and Nathanielās plea still hanging in the cold air between all of us.Sheās shaking ā the heat fading, the cold taking over, her body finally coming down from the compoundās assault.But her eyes, when they find mine, hold something I havenāt seen directed at me in a very long time.Trust. Fragile, bruised, conditional trust, the kind that has survived everything weāve done to each other and is still standing and still choosing to stand and still reaching for me across the distance of our damage.We need to move.Whatever bullshit Logan said comes back to me. But that would be dealt with later.For now, Ember needs warmth and shelter and medical attention.Ra
KNOXāS POVEvery fibre of the wolf, every instinct, every molecule of possessive territorial need that I have spent my entire life suppressing surges to the surface with a force that makes my vision go gold and my fangs extend and my mouth finds the curve of her neck where the mating mark belongs.The precise spot, the exact location, the place where my teeth would sink and the bond would seal and she would be MINE in a way that transcends language and law and death itself.My teeth graze her skin. She shivers. Whispers āpleaseā again and the word is a key turning in a lock I have kept shut for a decade.My jaw begins to closeāāSTOP.āThe voice comes from the riverbank and itās Nathaniel, on his knees in the mud and snow, and beside him Queenie, also on her knees, both of them kneeling with their heads bowed and their bodies trembling in submission.The oldest form of it. The gesture a wolf makes when approaching an alpha in a state of feral possession and hoping to survive the encou
KNOXāS POVāKnoxāā She canāt speak. Iām not letting her.Each thrust drives the words from her mouth and replaces them with sounds more honest than language ā gasps and moans and the wet, broken whimpering of a woman being fucked open by the man she loves in a way sheās never been fucked before because no one has ever been this close.My cock is buried inside her pussy and my heart in her hands and the terrifying, annihilating truth that I would die for this woman and I would kill for this woman and if she asked me to choose between the crown and being inside her in this river I would throw the crown into the water and watch it sink.Phantom is surging.I can feel the wolf pressing against my skin, my eyes flickering gold, my canines elongating, the feral gene responding to her heat and the grip of her cunt and the bond with a ferocity that wants to consume her.Devour, take her so completely that the line between his body and hers dissolves.I want to crawl inside her ribcage and liv
KNOXāS POVI worship one breast with my mouth while my fingers work her pussy in deep, curling strokes, my thumb circling her clit in tightening spirals.The sounds filling the space between us are filthy and holy at the same time ā the wet slide of my fingers inside her, the splash of water as her hips roll, the broken gasps falling from her mouth.āYou taste divine.ā The words spill against her skin between my teeth. āEvery inch of you. Every breath. Every sound you make. Do you understand what you are to me? You are the only thing I have ever wanted badly enough to destroy myself for, and I would do it again, I would burn this forest down and the next one and the one after that, I would raze every kingdom Iāve ever built to fucking ASH if it meant keeping you safe and warm and making these sounds for me and only me.āShe comes with a violence that nearly breaks my grip on her.Her pussy clamps down on my fingers so hard I feel it in my shoulder and her spine arches and she screams
KNOXāS POVHer hands find my face. My jaw. The gash across my cheekbone from Rafaelās claws, the split in my lip, the bruises layered on top of bruises.She traces each one with her fingertips and the tenderness of it destroys me more completely than any wound Rafael inflicted because this woman was stripped and pinned to the ground and almost claimed by another man and sheās touching MY injuries like Iām the one who needs caring for.āHow did you find me?ā Her voice is small. So small. The voice of a girl, not a woman, stripped back to something young and bewildered and afraid. āYou were in Switzerland. You were thousands of miles away. How did youāāI take her hand from my face and press it flat against my chest. Over the heartbeat that has been hers since before I had the courage to admit it.āI felt you.ā The confession comes out raw and unpolished. āI donāt know how. I canāt explain it in any way that makes sense. But somewhere over the Atlantic, something in my chest ripped open
EMBERāS POV(PRESENT)We stay tangled together for a long time, neither of us willing to be the first to let go. His hand strokes through my hair.My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant hum of something mechanical ā a generator, mayb
KNOXāS POVHe blinks, the picture of innocence. āIām not sure I understand. I explained the purpose quite clearly at the beginning of the evening. Conflict resolution. Closure. An opportunity for all parties toāāāBullshit.āThe word is deadpan, and I see Loganās head snap up, see Galeās sobbing st
EMBERāS POVI slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly Iād been holding myself until the tension drains away.Knox lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Harrisonās qu
EMBERāS POVāBecause I saw you on the news.ā His voice cracks again. āDuring a press conference. I saw you standing up there, speaking to the camera, saying five words they have haunted me every night. You are dead to me. And though it wasnāt directed at me, I felt it so much. I felt it down to my







